Baskadia

There were strange markings

etched into the walls and floors,

and the air was thick with the

smell of rotting meat. They

heard whispers coming from the

shadows, and they swore they

saw the walls pulsing as if they

were alive.

Despite their growing unease,

they pushed on, determined to

uncover the secrets of the

house. As they reached the

upper floors, they found a

locked room. Using all their

strength, they forced the door

open, and what they saw inside

would haunt them forever.

The room was empty except for a

single chair, upon which sat a

small doll. But this was no

ordinary doll. Its eyes followed

them as they entered the room,

and its mouth twisted into a

sinister smile. They tried to

leave, but the door wouldn't

budge.

Suddenly, the walls began to

close in on them, squeezing the

air out of their lungs. They

screamed in terror as the doll

began to cackle, its laughter

filling the room. It was as if the

house itself was alive and was

consuming them.

One by one, the teenagers

disappeared. Their screams

echoed through the house and

were swallowed by the roaring

waves below. Only one survived, a

young girl who managed to escape

the house and the horrors that

lurked within.

Years later, the girl returned to the

cliff, determined to destroy the

house and the evil that had

claimed her friends. But when she

reached the spot where the house

once stood, there was nothing

there. No trace of the house or the

family that had lived there.

The girl knew then that the

house was never meant to

be found by mortal eyes. It

was a place of darkness

and terror, a place where

the forces of the unknown

could come alive and

swallow you whole. The

house on the edge of the

world was a warning to

those who dared to seek

what should remain

hidden.